With the absence of television at our current abode, we have reverted back to the traveller's best friend and taken to books.
Our current supply of books has been dwindling and so wifey in a mad rush of blood to the head went out and purchased a couple of English books from the local book store, one of which I have just completed. "Croatian Nights"
It's a collection of 18 short stories half of which are penned by British Authors; the other half by Croatian and it is supposed to have been born out of "a shared fondness for hard drinking and the contempt for regular employment".
I can safely advise that there is certainly a bit of contempt within the pages- most of it for a good yarn, and the closest it gets to "hard drinking" is perhaps a whiff of ginger beer.
Of the eighteen offerings, I'd perhaps re-read merely one, perhaps two at a push- the rest are dire, but I do have sympathy for the Croatian writers who have had their works translated and thus must lose something along the way.
As to the Brits? What the bloody hell is their excuse?
ktelontour rating? Avoid and spend your hard saved tenner on rusty pins to insert into eyeballs; marginally more fun.